Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Burundi and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Aswad to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra,
ABBA,
L. Decosne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Trumans Water,
Television Personalities,
Agitation Free,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boz Scaggs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Schoolly D,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Pus,
Skriet,
Scientists,
Brick,
Basic Channel,
Michelle Simonal,
The Invisible,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sugar Minott,
Lalann,
Throbbing Gristle,
Duran Duran,
Quantec,
Roger Hodgson,
Erykah Badu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slick Rick,
Hasil Adkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maurizio,
the Germs,
Severed Heads,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Judy Mowatt,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Mills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blancmange,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Barracudas,
Delta 5,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Qualms,
Chris Corsano,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.